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I wake up to the sound of empty halls ’cause your not here The phone’s not ringing like it used to. I know that you’re not coming home. I found myself sitting on your empty bed. I swear I heard your voice inside my head. ... Then I felt the darkness come and cover my heart… the day the truth grew up. I see the things I’ve done with a different point of view because of you. And I’m not saying that I’m thankful. In fact... I’m mad as hell because you’re not coming home.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC
The Day The Truth Grew Up
I wake up to the sound of empty halls ’cause your not here The phone’s not ringing like it used to. I know that you’re not coming home. I found myself sitting on your empty bed. I swear I heard your voice inside my head. ... Then I felt the darkness come and cover my heart… the day the truth grew up. I see the things I’ve done with a different point of view because of you. And I’m not saying that I’m thankful. In fact... I’m mad as hell because you’re not coming home.
I was managing a halfway-house years ago. Three guys that went through the recovery facility snuck out of the house on a Monday morning a little after midnight. They were drinking and had a horrible accident, rolled their van and two did not survive. The one that came in the same day as I did 6 months prior was put on life support with a broken neck. He survived and is paralyzed from the neck down. These three guys were very dear to me, as we grew together in this new way of life, and I can’t begin to express the storm of emotions I encountered. But I realized that is what this is for me, selfishly. A storm. From a blog I used to write the day after the accident: THERE WILL ALWAYS BE BRIGHTER DAYS AFTER THE RAIN WASHES THE PAIN AWAY 02/26/14 Today I woke up and talked with a few clients at the facility before going to work. I genuinely listened to what each person had to say. I saw my fiance and when I looked her in the eyes, I cherished that light in her eyes I fell in love with, My father called me and I didn’t get off the phone until both of us had run out of things to say. I felt more alive today than I have in I don’t know how long. This has been a tragic shake in my personal world, but it has also been a great eye opener for me. For today, that does not have to be my outcome. I will cling to each moment I am granted as best I can. I am mourning for the families of my brothers. May angels lead them in.
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40/M/Central Florida
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC
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